all the love or all this hate?
a color we don't recognize,
happiness that is bound to happen, happiness that is short-lived. It gets difficult to breathe when you're running around
you may put your head down today.
I can smell the dizzy scents of flowers holding back in gardens we can't see anymore, they linger on without you
you, unneeded
My fingers brush against cheeks hoping they'd be wet, but it is too late now
a misunderstood farewell has never been good enough.
I feel what is gone now
15.06.19